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ON^U FLAG, OKE LAN'D, ONF EUABT, ON'E RAFD, ONU N'ATION', :BJVIJRM0EF I
YOL. II. HARTEORD, CO^^., SATURDAY, MAY 7, 1870. NO. 44.
ioiir^ at iomc.
W I T H T H E E B B I N G S E A.
I3Y MYRA MCDONALD.
Sbc roused a little, "Who is it \veei)iiig1"
"Darliiif;, 'tis only the falliii!? rain,
Did. it sound like tears iu your troubled sleeping?
Close your sweet eyes, and rest again."
" I s t h e t i d e i n V "No, d e a r , t h e b i l l o \ Ys
Are dashing fast o'er the harbor bar,
Eest on niy arm while I turn your pillows,
My fragile darling, fair as a star."
"Kiss lue again, love. If I am sleeping
When the tide turns awaken me,"
. She slept; for awhile the tide went sweeping
Over the sands, then out to sea.
Could he awake her—so sweetly sleeping?
A hot tear fell on the low white brow ;
The blue eyes opened—"Dear, yon are -weepiiig—
I know that the tide is turning now.
Raise me. Listen ! the winds arebringin g
The^eull of the waves. Oh, must I go'I"
Soft, white arms to his neck are clinging.
The tide sweeps outward, sullen and slow.
"My precious darling," in accents broken,
" 'Tis only the ocean's dash and roar,"
But over her face steals peace unbroken,
"See—a light gleams on the further shore.
Thro' night and storm, o'er the angry billow,
A form divine is coming for me.
Kiss nje good bye, love." She drooped to the iiil-low—
The sweet life ebbed with the ebbing sea.
J A N E T ' S F O R T U N E.
"And when I die I shall leave my for-tune
to the one who will use it to the
best advantage," said Grandma Leeds,
srailin/y from behind her spectacles to the
young girls around her.
"Your fortune, Grandma? What will
it be? That old basket, with its horrid
yarn and needles, and the never-ending
knitting work. If so, you need not leave
it with me. Janet will use it to far better
advantiige than I could."
"Yes, Lettie, you are right, and I'm
sure I don't want it, either. H'm ! what
a fortune to be sure !"
"I'll accept it, grandma, and prize it,
if you will only add your sweet, content
ed disposition. It would be a fortune
which none of us need despise."
Janet Loeds was the youngest of the
family and the plainest. She had a sweet,
fresh face, and tender eyes, but these
paled into ugliness before Lettie's blacl
orbs and shining curls, and the blonde
loveliness of belle Margaret; so she set-tled
back like a modest violet in the chini
ney-corner, and waited on grandma, or
assisted the maid in the house work.
Once in a while she ventured out to a
party in the village, but so seldom, that
people never observed her. Thut mad
it unpleasant, and she stayed at home t;til
closer.
But on that morning, while they sat
chatting with grandma, shelelta deal of
real discontent for the firsttimein months
Clara JJosworth, herbosoni fi-iend, was
to give a party that evening, and she
could not go. For weeks preparations
had been going on in their quiet family
She had given up the money saved for
now winter cloak, that Lettie's green silk
might bo, trimmed for the occasion, and
the bust dress she had in the world was
a plain garnet-colored poplin with ijUc
velvet trimmings.
She had faintly sugge.stnd that she might
wear that, but the cry of dismay from her
sisters silenced her.
"Go and wear that old poplin !" cried
Lettie, looking up from the cloud of white
billowy lace that was to adorn the green
silk. "Yon must be crazy !" .
" I should think so,' chimed Margaret,
who was fitting a lace berthe over the
waist of the delicate lilac satin. "Do you
want Austin Hosworth to think us a limi-ly
of paupers ? it is to be a grand allair,
and Clara expects all who honor it with
their presence to pay her respect enough
to dress respectably. It is Austin's first
appearance after his European tour, and
surely you do not want him to think
meanly of us ?"
The tears came up, but Janet was brave,
and no one saw them.
That night, when the two girls—the
one in her dark beauty and wonderfully
becoming array, the other delicate, her
fair, pearl loveliness enhanced by the pale
purple color of her spiendid dress—came
laughing into grandma's room, a little
shadow darkened her face, and she found
it very hard to keep back the tears.
"Fine feathers make tine birds, but fine
birds do not always sing the sweetest,
Janet," said grandma, after they were
gone. "I know who is the true one in
this family. I know my little singing
bird, Janet, and she is dearer than a doz-en
ladies. Austin and Clara will come
to-morrow, and he will tell us about his
travels in foreign lands, and you will be
far happier than you would be up at the
house to-night, amid dancing and confu-sion."
I suppose so grandma," and Janet
took her seat by the fire and went on
knitting, with a peaceful face.
The eldest sisiers came home with rum-pled
plumage, but in high spirits.
Austin Bosworth had returned, a hand-some
polished gentleman, and had flirted
desperately with Lettie.
"VVhy, grandma, he almost proposed to
her !" laughed Margaret, who was engag-ed
to Judge Leonard's hopeful son, and,
therefore, had no place lor jealousy.
"More than one of the company predicted
that it would be a match."
"Don't count your chickens before they
are hatched," called grandma from her
pillow. "Austin Bosworth is no fool, 1
can tell you."
"What an old croaker !"
They were entering their chamber a-cross
the hall but grandma's ears were
not dulled by age, and she clearly heard
them.
Don't mind them, grandma." whisper-ed
Janet, who had waited to help them
lay aside their finery.
Mind them I Do you think I shall,
Janie Leeds ?"
Next day Austin Bosworth came. He
was loo fa'miliar with the old house to
stop for bell ringing, and he entered,
crossing the hall directly past the parlor-door,
where Margaret and Lettie waited
in their tasteful afternoon costumes, and
walked straight on to grandma Leed's
room.
She was there with her work, her pla-cid
face beaming beneath her lace-border-ed
cap.
A graceful, girlish figure sat beside her
wreathing evergreens into a frame for a
mantel oi-nament, and her eyes were lift-ed
smilingly to the old lady's face.
He entered and closed the door, before
either saw him.
"Grandma Leeds !"
"Why bless niy heart, it is Austin!
Come here my boy !"
And the fine gentleman came and gave
both hands to her in his dQlight.
"Janie, my little playmaie, too ! V hat
a happy meeling! Clara cime down,
di essed for a call, and declared she would
come, l)ut 1 told her no! I knew the a-mount
of gallantry I should have felt obli
ged to use, and preferred that my lirst
visit should be like the old ones."
"Yon are right. We are better pleased
to have it so, are we not Janet ?"
Hiscall lengthened itsell'into two hours,
and during the time he told pleasant sto-ries
and chatted like a boy of by-gone
days, but not once did Margaret's or Let-tie's
name pass his lips.
When he went away he met them com-ing
with disappointed faces from the par-lor,
where they had been waiting for him;
but he only lilted his hat and passed out.
Then grandma and Janie received a sound
scolding such as only those two knew
how to give, and the shadows of discon-tent
again fell on Janet's spirit.
Ah that long cheerless winter ! What
a story Janet could tell you of disappoint
ments, of happy parties in which she had
no share, of moonlight rides, of joy and
merriment! She had only that one com-forter,
kind, patient grandnni ; for now
that Austin Bosworth had come, the way
was harder than before.
He came and escorted Lettie to parties,
and sometimes chatted with grandma,
but nothing more. She saw nothing
inore-:-she did not catch the good-natured
smiles he gave her from the sleigh as he
rode away—and Lettie never told her
how often he asked for her.
Aloibe with grandma, Janet wished for
better things, and wondered why sho was
so harshly dealt with.
At last even the society of her aged
comfoiter was denied her, and in her bed
the old lady gradually faded away. Day
and night Janet sat beside her, with the
knowledge that she was bo3'ond earthly
help—waiting upon her, yielding to the
childish whims, and shutting out every-thingyouthful
and beautiful from her sight
"Playing the household-angel." Mar-garet
said,
"Working for grandma's fortune of old
shoes and worsted stockings," Lettie
cruelly added
"Doing her dnty by the faithful woman
who had taken three motherless children
into her heart, and filled the lost one's
place, so far as God permitted" her own
heart said, and stead.ly she worked on.
The first of May brought invitations to
the last ball at the Bosworth House, and
while the two elder sisters laid out the
finery, Janet folded her tiny missive and
hid it away next to her heart as a sacred
bit of paper, bearing Austin's firm, broad
chirogr.iphy upon it.
That night grandma was very ill, and
when Margaret and Lettie fluttered in
with their gay dresses, Janet met them,
and almost forcibly put them out of the
room.
" I beg you, girls, to have a little re-spect
for poor grandma—she is very ill
to-night."
'Nonsense? Don't be a fool, Janet—
anybody would think she was dying.'
'f believe she is.'
Thb reply came in a violent slam of
the door, and Janet was left alone with
her patient.
The hours dragged wearily, and over-come
by her long, sleepless watches, Ja-net
fell fast asleep.
Two hours later she awoke with a start,
and in an instant she saw that dread
change visible in grandma's face.
Like one in a dream, she walked to her
father's door, and awakened him.
"Farher, grandma is worse—1 believe
her dying. Yon must go for Dr. Berne.
You will find him at the ball. Go quick-ly
!"
She went back, and sat there wearily
waiting for something—for a sound, a
sign from the dying woman ; but none
came. settled around the p'leasant mouth, and
the dark shadows crept over the placid
face, but no sound issued from the pale
lips.
Janet bent her head. There was a faint
flutter—no more—and sho clasped her
hands. Would grandma die there before
her eyes, and never speak a word ?
She caught the cold hand in her own,
and cried aloud :
' your sorrow ?"
"You, Austin?"
"Yes ; have I not—Ah, forgive me !
This is no time or place. I missed you
as I have always missed you, but thought
it was your own pleasure to remain at
home. When your father came in with
a white, frightened face, and whispered
to Dr. Berne, I knew you were in trouble.
I came at once, and, Janie, I shall not
again leave you."
She knew his meaning, and did not
put him away, when he held her close in
his arms and drew her into the parlor.
Margaret and Lettie came in with their
faces horror-stricken, saw him holding
her in his arms, her-tired head resting
wearily upon his shoulder, and the proud
Lettie said :
"Mr. Bosworth—I am surprised !"
"You need not be. This is my priv-ilege,
BOW and forever."
Three days after, they gathered in that
same parlor to hear grandma's last will
and testament read. After some little
direction, it said :
"And to my beloved grand-daughter,
Janet Leeds, I bequeath the Holmes es-tate,
together with my entire stock of
furniture aud money, amounting to ten
thousand dollais."
Janet's father smiled upon his aston-ished
and cresttallen daughters.
" I t was mother's whim ! She never de-sired
it to be known. Therefore you were
ignorant of the fact that she had a dollar
beyond the annuity I held for her.
When, six months later, Austin and
Jnnet were married, her elder sisters,
dared to say that he married her for her
money. They knew better, and so did I,
SUN AND RAIN.
A yonng wife stood at the lattice pane,
In a stndy sad and "brown,"
Watching the dreary ceaseless rain,
Steady pouring down.
Drip, drip, drip,
It kept on its tireless play;
And the poor little woman, siglied "Ah, me I
Wliat a wretched, weary day !''
An eager hand at the door,
A step as ot one in haste,
A kiss on her lips once more.
Aud an arm around her waist ;
Throb, throb, throb,
Went her little heart, grateful and gay
As she thought, with a smile, "Well, after all,
It isn't so dull a day i"
Forgot was the plashing rain,
Aud the lowering skies above,
For the sombre room was lighted again,
By the blessed sun o' love :
"Love, lovo, love:
Kan the little wife's mnrmnred lay;
"Without, it may threaten and frown if it will ;
Within, what a golden day !"
"SOMETIME "—It is a sweet, sweet song,
warbled to and fro among the topmost
boughs of ihe heart and filling the whole
air with such jf>y and gladness as the
songs of birds do when the summer morn-ing
comes out of darkness, and day is
,,, , , - - .,! .1 ,• mountains. We l a v e all
Slowly,
but pelceptibly the lines'o^ir possessions in the future which we
" " call^ 'sometime.^^ Beautiful flowers aud
singing birds are there, only our hands
seldom grasp the one, or our ears hear
the other. But, oh reader, be of good
cheer, for all the good there is a golden
"iome/iwe," when all the hills and valleys
of timo are passed: when the wear and
fever, the disappointment aud the sorrow
of life are over and there ia the place and
the rest appointed of God. Oh homestead,
"Grandma 1 speak to me ! speak to your over whose roof no shadows fail) or clouds,
little Janet! Don't you hoar mo, grand-' and over whoso threshold the voice of
ma sorrow is never heard; built upon the e-
But grandma heard nothing. The chill- ternal hills and standing with tiiy spires
ness of death had settled down, and even and pinacles of celestial beauty among the
as she Knelt there, the breath fled and Ja- palm trees of the city on high, those who
net was alone. love God shall rest under thy shadows,
Sho undersiood it all when sho arose, where there is no more sorrow or pain,
and she sank back half fainting in the nor the sound of weeping ^^sometime."
arm-chair, near the bed. ——
"Janet, my poor darling !" Johnny is just beginning to learn ge-
She lifted her head. Austin Bosworth ography. Ho says that the Poles live
was leaning «'ver her. pi'i'tly at one end of the globe und partly
"My little girl! why did you not send 'it the other. He knows it s-o because it
word tome tonight, and let mo share is marked OJI the map.

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ON^U FLAG, OKE LAN'D, ONF EUABT, ON'E RAFD, ONU N'ATION', :BJVIJRM0EF I
YOL. II. HARTEORD, CO^^., SATURDAY, MAY 7, 1870. NO. 44.
ioiir^ at iomc.
W I T H T H E E B B I N G S E A.
I3Y MYRA MCDONALD.
Sbc roused a little, "Who is it \veei)iiig1"
"Darliiif;, 'tis only the falliii!? rain,
Did. it sound like tears iu your troubled sleeping?
Close your sweet eyes, and rest again."
" I s t h e t i d e i n V "No, d e a r , t h e b i l l o \ Ys
Are dashing fast o'er the harbor bar,
Eest on niy arm while I turn your pillows,
My fragile darling, fair as a star."
"Kiss lue again, love. If I am sleeping
When the tide turns awaken me,"
. She slept; for awhile the tide went sweeping
Over the sands, then out to sea.
Could he awake her—so sweetly sleeping?
A hot tear fell on the low white brow ;
The blue eyes opened—"Dear, yon are -weepiiig—
I know that the tide is turning now.
Raise me. Listen ! the winds arebringin g
The^eull of the waves. Oh, must I go'I"
Soft, white arms to his neck are clinging.
The tide sweeps outward, sullen and slow.
"My precious darling," in accents broken,
" 'Tis only the ocean's dash and roar,"
But over her face steals peace unbroken,
"See—a light gleams on the further shore.
Thro' night and storm, o'er the angry billow,
A form divine is coming for me.
Kiss nje good bye, love." She drooped to the iiil-low—
The sweet life ebbed with the ebbing sea.
J A N E T ' S F O R T U N E.
"And when I die I shall leave my for-tune
to the one who will use it to the
best advantage," said Grandma Leeds,
srailin/y from behind her spectacles to the
young girls around her.
"Your fortune, Grandma? What will
it be? That old basket, with its horrid
yarn and needles, and the never-ending
knitting work. If so, you need not leave
it with me. Janet will use it to far better
advantiige than I could."
"Yes, Lettie, you are right, and I'm
sure I don't want it, either. H'm ! what
a fortune to be sure !"
"I'll accept it, grandma, and prize it,
if you will only add your sweet, content
ed disposition. It would be a fortune
which none of us need despise."
Janet Loeds was the youngest of the
family and the plainest. She had a sweet,
fresh face, and tender eyes, but these
paled into ugliness before Lettie's blacl
orbs and shining curls, and the blonde
loveliness of belle Margaret; so she set-tled
back like a modest violet in the chini
ney-corner, and waited on grandma, or
assisted the maid in the house work.
Once in a while she ventured out to a
party in the village, but so seldom, that
people never observed her. Thut mad
it unpleasant, and she stayed at home t;til
closer.
But on that morning, while they sat
chatting with grandma, shelelta deal of
real discontent for the firsttimein months
Clara JJosworth, herbosoni fi-iend, was
to give a party that evening, and she
could not go. For weeks preparations
had been going on in their quiet family
She had given up the money saved for
now winter cloak, that Lettie's green silk
might bo, trimmed for the occasion, and
the bust dress she had in the world was
a plain garnet-colored poplin with ijUc
velvet trimmings.
She had faintly sugge.stnd that she might
wear that, but the cry of dismay from her
sisters silenced her.
"Go and wear that old poplin !" cried
Lettie, looking up from the cloud of white
billowy lace that was to adorn the green
silk. "Yon must be crazy !" .
" I should think so,' chimed Margaret,
who was fitting a lace berthe over the
waist of the delicate lilac satin. "Do you
want Austin Hosworth to think us a limi-ly
of paupers ? it is to be a grand allair,
and Clara expects all who honor it with
their presence to pay her respect enough
to dress respectably. It is Austin's first
appearance after his European tour, and
surely you do not want him to think
meanly of us ?"
The tears came up, but Janet was brave,
and no one saw them.
That night, when the two girls—the
one in her dark beauty and wonderfully
becoming array, the other delicate, her
fair, pearl loveliness enhanced by the pale
purple color of her spiendid dress—came
laughing into grandma's room, a little
shadow darkened her face, and she found
it very hard to keep back the tears.
"Fine feathers make tine birds, but fine
birds do not always sing the sweetest,
Janet," said grandma, after they were
gone. "I know who is the true one in
this family. I know my little singing
bird, Janet, and she is dearer than a doz-en
ladies. Austin and Clara will come
to-morrow, and he will tell us about his
travels in foreign lands, and you will be
far happier than you would be up at the
house to-night, amid dancing and confu-sion."
I suppose so grandma," and Janet
took her seat by the fire and went on
knitting, with a peaceful face.
The eldest sisiers came home with rum-pled
plumage, but in high spirits.
Austin Bosworth had returned, a hand-some
polished gentleman, and had flirted
desperately with Lettie.
"VVhy, grandma, he almost proposed to
her !" laughed Margaret, who was engag-ed
to Judge Leonard's hopeful son, and,
therefore, had no place lor jealousy.
"More than one of the company predicted
that it would be a match."
"Don't count your chickens before they
are hatched," called grandma from her
pillow. "Austin Bosworth is no fool, 1
can tell you."
"What an old croaker !"
They were entering their chamber a-cross
the hall but grandma's ears were
not dulled by age, and she clearly heard
them.
Don't mind them, grandma." whisper-ed
Janet, who had waited to help them
lay aside their finery.
Mind them I Do you think I shall,
Janie Leeds ?"
Next day Austin Bosworth came. He
was loo fa'miliar with the old house to
stop for bell ringing, and he entered,
crossing the hall directly past the parlor-door,
where Margaret and Lettie waited
in their tasteful afternoon costumes, and
walked straight on to grandma Leed's
room.
She was there with her work, her pla-cid
face beaming beneath her lace-border-ed
cap.
A graceful, girlish figure sat beside her
wreathing evergreens into a frame for a
mantel oi-nament, and her eyes were lift-ed
smilingly to the old lady's face.
He entered and closed the door, before
either saw him.
"Grandma Leeds !"
"Why bless niy heart, it is Austin!
Come here my boy !"
And the fine gentleman came and gave
both hands to her in his dQlight.
"Janie, my little playmaie, too ! V hat
a happy meeling! Clara cime down,
di essed for a call, and declared she would
come, l)ut 1 told her no! I knew the a-mount
of gallantry I should have felt obli
ged to use, and preferred that my lirst
visit should be like the old ones."
"Yon are right. We are better pleased
to have it so, are we not Janet ?"
Hiscall lengthened itsell'into two hours,
and during the time he told pleasant sto-ries
and chatted like a boy of by-gone
days, but not once did Margaret's or Let-tie's
name pass his lips.
When he went away he met them com-ing
with disappointed faces from the par-lor,
where they had been waiting for him;
but he only lilted his hat and passed out.
Then grandma and Janie received a sound
scolding such as only those two knew
how to give, and the shadows of discon-tent
again fell on Janet's spirit.
Ah that long cheerless winter ! What
a story Janet could tell you of disappoint
ments, of happy parties in which she had
no share, of moonlight rides, of joy and
merriment! She had only that one com-forter,
kind, patient grandnni ; for now
that Austin Bosworth had come, the way
was harder than before.
He came and escorted Lettie to parties,
and sometimes chatted with grandma,
but nothing more. She saw nothing
inore-:-she did not catch the good-natured
smiles he gave her from the sleigh as he
rode away—and Lettie never told her
how often he asked for her.
Aloibe with grandma, Janet wished for
better things, and wondered why sho was
so harshly dealt with.
At last even the society of her aged
comfoiter was denied her, and in her bed
the old lady gradually faded away. Day
and night Janet sat beside her, with the
knowledge that she was bo3'ond earthly
help—waiting upon her, yielding to the
childish whims, and shutting out every-thingyouthful
and beautiful from her sight
"Playing the household-angel." Mar-garet
said,
"Working for grandma's fortune of old
shoes and worsted stockings," Lettie
cruelly added
"Doing her dnty by the faithful woman
who had taken three motherless children
into her heart, and filled the lost one's
place, so far as God permitted" her own
heart said, and stead.ly she worked on.
The first of May brought invitations to
the last ball at the Bosworth House, and
while the two elder sisters laid out the
finery, Janet folded her tiny missive and
hid it away next to her heart as a sacred
bit of paper, bearing Austin's firm, broad
chirogr.iphy upon it.
That night grandma was very ill, and
when Margaret and Lettie fluttered in
with their gay dresses, Janet met them,
and almost forcibly put them out of the
room.
" I beg you, girls, to have a little re-spect
for poor grandma—she is very ill
to-night."
'Nonsense? Don't be a fool, Janet—
anybody would think she was dying.'
'f believe she is.'
Thb reply came in a violent slam of
the door, and Janet was left alone with
her patient.
The hours dragged wearily, and over-come
by her long, sleepless watches, Ja-net
fell fast asleep.
Two hours later she awoke with a start,
and in an instant she saw that dread
change visible in grandma's face.
Like one in a dream, she walked to her
father's door, and awakened him.
"Farher, grandma is worse—1 believe
her dying. Yon must go for Dr. Berne.
You will find him at the ball. Go quick-ly
!"
She went back, and sat there wearily
waiting for something—for a sound, a
sign from the dying woman ; but none
came. settled around the p'leasant mouth, and
the dark shadows crept over the placid
face, but no sound issued from the pale
lips.
Janet bent her head. There was a faint
flutter—no more—and sho clasped her
hands. Would grandma die there before
her eyes, and never speak a word ?
She caught the cold hand in her own,
and cried aloud :
' your sorrow ?"
"You, Austin?"
"Yes ; have I not—Ah, forgive me !
This is no time or place. I missed you
as I have always missed you, but thought
it was your own pleasure to remain at
home. When your father came in with
a white, frightened face, and whispered
to Dr. Berne, I knew you were in trouble.
I came at once, and, Janie, I shall not
again leave you."
She knew his meaning, and did not
put him away, when he held her close in
his arms and drew her into the parlor.
Margaret and Lettie came in with their
faces horror-stricken, saw him holding
her in his arms, her-tired head resting
wearily upon his shoulder, and the proud
Lettie said :
"Mr. Bosworth—I am surprised !"
"You need not be. This is my priv-ilege,
BOW and forever."
Three days after, they gathered in that
same parlor to hear grandma's last will
and testament read. After some little
direction, it said :
"And to my beloved grand-daughter,
Janet Leeds, I bequeath the Holmes es-tate,
together with my entire stock of
furniture aud money, amounting to ten
thousand dollais."
Janet's father smiled upon his aston-ished
and cresttallen daughters.
" I t was mother's whim ! She never de-sired
it to be known. Therefore you were
ignorant of the fact that she had a dollar
beyond the annuity I held for her.
When, six months later, Austin and
Jnnet were married, her elder sisters,
dared to say that he married her for her
money. They knew better, and so did I,
SUN AND RAIN.
A yonng wife stood at the lattice pane,
In a stndy sad and "brown,"
Watching the dreary ceaseless rain,
Steady pouring down.
Drip, drip, drip,
It kept on its tireless play;
And the poor little woman, siglied "Ah, me I
Wliat a wretched, weary day !''
An eager hand at the door,
A step as ot one in haste,
A kiss on her lips once more.
Aud an arm around her waist ;
Throb, throb, throb,
Went her little heart, grateful and gay
As she thought, with a smile, "Well, after all,
It isn't so dull a day i"
Forgot was the plashing rain,
Aud the lowering skies above,
For the sombre room was lighted again,
By the blessed sun o' love :
"Love, lovo, love:
Kan the little wife's mnrmnred lay;
"Without, it may threaten and frown if it will ;
Within, what a golden day !"
"SOMETIME "—It is a sweet, sweet song,
warbled to and fro among the topmost
boughs of ihe heart and filling the whole
air with such jf>y and gladness as the
songs of birds do when the summer morn-ing
comes out of darkness, and day is
,,, , , - - .,! .1 ,• mountains. We l a v e all
Slowly,
but pelceptibly the lines'o^ir possessions in the future which we
" " call^ 'sometime.^^ Beautiful flowers aud
singing birds are there, only our hands
seldom grasp the one, or our ears hear
the other. But, oh reader, be of good
cheer, for all the good there is a golden
"iome/iwe," when all the hills and valleys
of timo are passed: when the wear and
fever, the disappointment aud the sorrow
of life are over and there ia the place and
the rest appointed of God. Oh homestead,
"Grandma 1 speak to me ! speak to your over whose roof no shadows fail) or clouds,
little Janet! Don't you hoar mo, grand-' and over whoso threshold the voice of
ma sorrow is never heard; built upon the e-
But grandma heard nothing. The chill- ternal hills and standing with tiiy spires
ness of death had settled down, and even and pinacles of celestial beauty among the
as she Knelt there, the breath fled and Ja- palm trees of the city on high, those who
net was alone. love God shall rest under thy shadows,
Sho undersiood it all when sho arose, where there is no more sorrow or pain,
and she sank back half fainting in the nor the sound of weeping ^^sometime."
arm-chair, near the bed. ——
"Janet, my poor darling !" Johnny is just beginning to learn ge-
She lifted her head. Austin Bosworth ography. Ho says that the Poles live
was leaning «'ver her. pi'i'tly at one end of the globe und partly
"My little girl! why did you not send 'it the other. He knows it s-o because it
word tome tonight, and let mo share is marked OJI the map.